DAUGHTER OF MAFIA BOSS

Untitled Part 1

DAUGHTER OF MAFIA BOSS

It is only slaves who wait for others to save them (Voltaire)

The interior of the coach station was dimly lit. The young man, trying to hide in the shadow of a column, was trying to watch all the activity in his field of vision with fearful eyes. He was carefully watching who came and went and a little bit away, the bearded man on his right side and which was a few steps away, which was with two children with the age of fourteen or fifteen, which was on his left side, the family, who did not move from where they were. His excitement was usually high with the sound of approaching footsteps, owners of which he could not see, and after he looked and realized that the person he was waiting for still did not arrive, he hid in the dark shadows again in disappointment. Those who looked at the images on the puddles on the ground formed by the spring rain that had just fallen had the impression of the coach station was a dream. With the odour of flowers, spreading around in the wind and the cooling air, people were chatting in a fresh atmosphere that emanating in waves. Under the clear, light navy sky, there were quiet activities for most of the people, but some of them were waiting. The young man were waiting for thirty-five minutes. When he saw the owner of a long shadow approaching, he couldn't help his smile and he breathed a sigh of relief. He came out of his hiding place, came up to the tall, dark-haired young girl and said, "What's up, how is situation?" "Good, playing James Bond," replied the young girl. "Are you hungry?" the man asked. "No, I just ate with the money you had given me by force," the girl replied. "Had anyone suspected anything?" the man asked. "They won't notice I had disappeared for a few more hours," said the girl. The man showed her the bus tickets in his hand and smiled. The young girl happily hugged his neck. She started kissing him on the cheeks, one after the other. The eyes around turned on them for a moment. The young girl blushed and released his neck. Then, they rushed into a big white bus. "Where are we going?" the girl asked. "To Hatay," replied the man, "It will be a tiring journey," he added. "Right on the money again," said the young girl. The bus had departed, the tickets had been checked, the interior lights were turned off. They both began to look around fearlessly on the roads that stretched. When the bus was traveled a little further on the automobile express way , the man took one last look at the dim city left behind. "I guess I will miss this place," he thought. He had already missed the cobblestone streets where he had played hide-and-seek and marbles, the gardens that had smelt evening pleasure, the exhibitions he had wandered through with open mouth as a child, the amusement park he had visited both as a child and as a teenager, the cinemas and the schoolyard where he had played basketball; would his life be consumed by missing things? "What's on your mind?" the young girl asked. "I think I will miss this city," replied the young man. "It's habits," she had consoled him, "you'll have to make new habits." "I know," he said, "but even if I will succeed, how long will it take? Ten years? Maybe twenty. Even if I can get used to the new city, it will be in my old age." The young girl looked at him with falsely angry eyes, "Am I not enough for you to be happy?" she asked. The man put one arm around her shoulder. "I can live with you anywhere, my love," he said by emphasizing the word "love", "but I'm still used to this city."

As the bus traveled on the long roads, they both fell into a deep sleep. After a few hours of deep sleep, Arnisa had straightened up with her ringing cell phone. Her angry conversation woke Ulaş up. "Is that your father?" the young man asked quietly with his lips moving. Arnisa nodded, then continued talking on the phone. "No, I'm not there. I won't tell you where I am. You will be able to make of all this tomorrow then. No, I'm fine. No..." Then she hung up the phone. "I guess they haven't understood what's been going on yet," Ulaş said. "No, they haven't," said Arnisa, "and I don't think they will until morning." After a while they fell asleep again, but this time more anxiously. At around 10.00 a.m., the cell phone rang once more and they both woke up with feeling uneasy. The young man gestured to make the girl's picking up, who hesitated for a moment whether to pick up the phone or not. The girl picked up the phone. "Yes, we are together. I know what I'm doing, you can't do anything. Would you have let us if we had told you? Of course I won't tell you where we are. No, on the contrary, you never thought about my happiness. Whatever happens, I am determined. Of course I have thought about the end, yes, that's my last word," he said and hung up the phone once more.

It was around 16.00 when the bus arrived at Hatay Coach Station. After a quiet and fast journey, Arnisa and Ulaş got off the parked bus, took a few steps and paused. Then Ulaş saw the elderly couple standing a little ahead, smiled and held her hand. "Come," he said. With half tugging, he brought the girl to her parents. The old man hugged his son in tears, then the mother. "This is the girl I was talking about," Ulaş said. Then Arnisa kissed the old couple's hands. "Be happy, my daughter," said Ulaş's mother and father. "Were you comfortable?" the young man asked. "It was very comfortable. We arranged the house, we even bought and placed the furniture," the father replied. Then the young man went to the side of the road, hailed a taxi and together, they arrived at the house his father had rented. Arnisa and her mother-in-law hurried to prepare a quick meal. While the mother-in-law warmed the food in the fridge, the daughter-in-law peeled and chopped tomatoes, onions and cucumbers, prepared a beautiful shepherd's salad and set the table. Delicious aromas of delicious food filled the air, and they all ate dinner together with chatting merrily. A salty sea breeze wafted the scent of mint and roses through the open window. The cherries had slowly ripened. "What a beautiful place this is," the son said to his father, "I could live here for a lifetime." "You haven't seen anything yet," his father replied. Then Arnisa brewed tea. This time the smell of tea filled the room. After enjoying their tea, the father and son took a tour of the village before nightfall. The daughter-in-law and mother-in-law started washing the dishes.

Ulaş and his father stopped in front of the mosque. The father was thoughtful, his eyes were far away. "Son, I don't want to say it, but, what were you thinking when you started working with these men?" he said,"Didn't you know what kind of business these men were involved in?"he added, an anxious expression was on his face. There was silence for a short while. "I had to, dad, I had to," Ulaş said, "Besides, what I did was completely legal, I didn't do anything illegal, you know. I was after halal food." There was silence again. "My child, don't misunderstand what I said. Your mother and I are worried about you. We live for you. If I saw these men on the road, I would change my path," the father continued,"But every cloud has a silver lining, and of course you met Arnisa after you had gotten the job." "Do you have the ID cards I gave you?" Ulaş asked," You used them to buy your bus tickets, right?" "Yes,"replied the father. "We used the IDs we had arranged for ourselves too, a friend. I don't like him at all, but he loves me very much. The friend made them with his own hands. Use these identities where they can trace you. But on official business, show your real IDs. You don't have to worry dad, I don't think they will be able to find us anymore. But let's still be careful."Ulaş raised his head to the sky and took a deep breath, then lowered his head to the ground. "Let's go back home," said the father, "Let's not attract too much attention." They returned home with slow steps. When they entered, the daughter-in-law and mother-in-law were watching television. They both took their places on the divan. Just then the young man's cell phone rang. The man, answering the phone had said, "Good evening," then was silent for a while and just listened. Then he started talking:"Okay...Okay...Is that so? Anyway, thank you very much for the information, Kagan," said Ulaş, the young man was blanched, the worry in his eyes was visible. "Bad news?" said Arnisa. "We are now wanted by the security forces,"said Ulaş, "They are looking for me for murder. It was the friend who prepared the ID cards. The police had come to get information from him and they had told him. Mom, Dad, since you had disappeared at the same time with me, you are also suspects." A cold shock wave had spread around the room and they were frozen for a long time. They were running on empty, no one could say a word. Arnisa was the first to react, "So the police are looking for you now?" "Don't be blue," Ulaş said. "Wow, the bastard even did that!" said his father, "That's not good. Now, we are outlaws." "Should we go and surrender? We can't get out of this otherwise," Ulaş said. "You don'tknow him," Arnisa responded, "The devil looks after his own. He should be in a condition in which he had  laid an anchor to the windward." "So, what must we do now?" asked Arnisa's mother-in-law.